Page 50 of Altius
“Have you been thinking about this, how I touch you? How I make you feel?”
“Yes,” I nearly moaned, shuddering with feverish delight, fisting his sweater, hips shifting, searching for more stimulation.
“How many times did you fantasize about me fucking you senseless on the sidelines today?” he asked, swirling the tip of a finger inside my entrance. “Once, twice—five times? Tell me.”
I leaned forward to nip at his ear with a sarcastic laugh. “I don’t daydream at work.”
Reaching behind him, I grabbed a bottle of lube from the storage basket by the cat tree.
“Well,” said Cal, taking the lube from me, applying a liberal amount to his hand, “you’ve been thinking about something… Orsomeone.”
Slick fingers probed me with insistent pressure, and a seductive whisper ensnared me. “Because by your standards, Morgan—you’re soaked.”
“More, Cal,” I pleaded, hips rising to meet his hand.
“Can’t you feel it? How much hotter and needier you are tonight.” Plunging deeper, Cal stirred up waves of pleasure. “So, tell me… Was it Wyatt’s kiss, or was it me?”
He sucked on the side of my neck while repeatedly striking a spot that made me writhe.
“It was me. I know it was. Because you love how I touch you. How my knot makes you gush.”
“Y-yes. Now fuck me.”
“Oh, I will, multiple times, after you—”
“No.”
Pushing my hair out of my face, I surveyed the strapping spoils beneath my thighs.
How each new breath made his chest strain against the fabric of his sweater, and the powerful tendons in his neck flexed as he licked the precious evidence of my arousal off his fingertips. While his thick cock throbbed against my abdomen, slicking my skin with precum.
“I’m leading tonight.” Easing forward, I braced one hand against his shoulder while the other stroked the length of his searing heat. “Let me make you feel good.”
A ragged breath passed, his eyes flashed gold, and he nodded.
The first inch was a challenge, even with the lube and Cal holding my hips to help steady my descent.
Sure, the extra twenty minutes he would have happily lavished upon my pussy before attempting penetration would have made this easier. But I was unwilling to exist another moment without being joined together.
Leaning forward, I licked the exposed skin above his collar, taking hit after hit of amaretto-flavored sweat, stoking my arousal to new heights, allowing him to slip further inside.
Rising on my knees, I licked the other side of his neck and then dropped down again, repeating the pattern until I could take him to the hilt.
“Fuck,” he exhaled, head falling back, eyes fluttering. “So good, so damn good.”
Gathering more and more of Cal’s sweater into my greedy fists as I rode him, I slowly exposed his quivering stomach, marveling as the solid planes of his dense musculature contracted and released, echoing the pace of my gyrating hips.
How beautifully he yielded to my desires, allowing me to seek pleasure on my own terms, back arched against the pillows, sweat glistening on his brow, the damp wool of his sweater clinging to the straining forms of his biceps and pecs, watching me with a burning gaze.
I was so enamored with the sight of him that the first press of his knot caught me by surprise, disrupting my rhythm.
“Ahn!” Grappling at the mangled wool of his sweater, I tried to roll my hips forward, but my knees slipped against the silken fabric of the nest.
Then the room spun, and I was the one pinned against the pillows.
Cal arched down to kiss me, the contact fleeting, resulting in a pair of open-mouthed moans as his knot brushed against my entrance.
Gripping the edge of the nest, the intensity of his thrusts increased, knot grazing my clit with every kick of his hips.
